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Naturally, it's all in my spine. I just wish I could cry, but I'm just suffering in silence. Somehow, don't ask me how, I end up writing a stunning review of the church service, interspersed with reading, watching recorded TV, eating, lying in bed, and groaning quietly.
I've had a glass of rose with carrot soup for dinner and a lemon tart for dessert. Time to take painkillers, as well as (I'm desperate) TWO muscle relaxants. I just hope they work - without making me sick to my stomach (something church-John just does NOT understand).
But I am really proud of myself and the ability to skewer the pain as it's shishkabobing me. Just keep smiling, blondie. And hope for a good night's sleep. ::crosses fingers::
I've had a glass of rose with carrot soup for dinner and a lemon tart for dessert. Time to take painkillers, as well as (I'm desperate) TWO muscle relaxants. I just hope they work - without making me sick to my stomach (something church-John just does NOT understand).
But I am really proud of myself and the ability to skewer the pain as it's shishkabobing me. Just keep smiling, blondie. And hope for a good night's sleep. ::crosses fingers::
